When Paul and I got married, I expected certain things to change about my new husband. He was a young man. He would grow and change over the years (yes, that’s pretty reasonable to expect), but I think somewhere in the back of my head I expected him to change along my line of preference. Of course, he would do things my way.

When he didn’t, frustration set in.
It took the Lord awhile, but He finally got through and helped me see that Paul was not wrong or bad, just rather different. And, honestly, I would have been hurt if Paul had expected me to change along the line of his preferences like his standards were right and good and mine were somehow substandard.
Over the years, I’ve come to appreciate that Paul is just right for God’s plan for his life. All his quirks and differences make up the man who can do what he does. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t have to deal with brokenness and sin. It just means that his basic design is good and right and that God put him in the right place and time.
I’m grateful that I get to share life with Paul. I don’t want him to be anything other than who he genuinely is. Different wishes and preferences can be accommodated. Our personal designs need to be respected.
In a world where you can be anything, be yourself. Author Unknown
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Yes, she tried to change me;
she had a master plan
to make me mod and fashion-y
a real-life sharp-dressed man.
She had not much to work with,
rugby shorts and tattered tees,
but she had true dogged faith,
and I tried real hard to please,
but elegance is not my style;
my hands, they are ground-in with oil
and while she kept a winsome smile
she sad that the result of all her toil
was worse than what I first appeared,
for I grew a bushy beard.
Gotta love men with beards! :)